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Title: Working Boy
Author: Lady Feylene
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Draco Malfoy
Warning: Slash. Very intense and graphic slash ahead. Two men having explicit sex. You have been warned.
Summary: A follow up to 'Unlikely Encounters' Draco goes slumming again, but this time a bit closer to home...
Rating: NC-17

Working Boy
They same some people never learn. Draco Malfoy was one of those people. He checked himself over in the mirror, twisting and turning to observe every angle of himself. He had opted for hip hugging black leather pants and an open black satin blouse-in poet's style. Just black eyeliner tonight, highlighting his eyes, making them look larger then normal. He knew he looked good. He always looked good.
Tonight he was going to be daring. Tonight he was hitting Knockturn alley. The thrill of picking up random muggles (and the occasional sexy convict) was wearing thin. Draco needed more of a challenge. He brushed back his sleek blond hair, and wrapped his cloak around himself once more.
"Going out Daddy!"
At sixteen, his father didn't care when he left or where he went, as long as he didn't get into any trouble. And what trouble could he get in, staying over Goyle's house? Goyle was always happy to be his cover. Draco was rather certain the brute was just hoping for a kiss of thanks. Which he would *never* receive.
Taking his favorite magical artifact in hand, Draco Apperated to Knockturn alley. He was half hoping to meet someone he recognized. A friend of his fathers, perhaps. The thrill of it sent a chill down his spine, and he grinned to himself as he slipped down the alley, looking for the particular pub he had found about perfectly by accident. Hells Gate, was the name, and it was the seediest tavern the Wizarding World had to offer. But with a certain sort of charm.
Draco slipped into the dimly lit interior. No one paid him any mind. There was a stage at one end of the tavern, and a young man wearing hardly anything was gyrating mindlessly to some bad music.
Draco scanned the crowd. No one he knew. And they were all rather...dirty. He suspected this was the sort of place the school caretaker frequented. Filch would fit right in.
//This was a bloody waste.// He told himself, sitting down at the bar and resting his chin in his hands. He would wait a little while.
"You looking for some company, kid?"
"Hmm?" Draco cocked his head blankly at the bartender, not having heard him at all.
"Looking for company?"
"Why?" Draco gave the sweaty man a once over, and had to surpress a shudder.
"I might be able to help you, that's all..."
"You're not my type." Draco didn't even attempt to keep the bite and disgust out of his voice. How dare the man even insinuate that *he*, Draco Scorpius Malfoy, would have *anything* to do with *him*, Greasy Unwashed Barkeep.
"No, not me." He large man said, giving a little chuckle. "But see, my customer's they talk. And they tell me whats they like. And sometimes, I can gets it for them. And it so happens one of my regulars has a taste for pretty young boys. Hates to admit it, but it's there. Went on an' on about it one night, when he was drunk. How sinful it was, an' how dark it was and something about de-bock-ery."
"Debauchery." Draco corrected, in a bored manner. "So...tell me about him. Old, young, resembling any of your other clientelle? Because if so, I am not interested..."
"No no. This one, he's different." The barkeep said, nodding. He was a beefy man, bald with a thick moustache. Draco thought he was purely revolting. "Cultured, like."
"Oh yes, I can see why he comes here." But Draco knew that plenty of the Wizarding World's elite slummed. He just started out early.
"Oh, he's not a ranker, or nothin like that. He's just a decent sort with a bit of the dark in him."
"Looks?" Draco didn't care what the man did, or the inner workings of his mind.
"Eh. Tall sort, light hair. Probably thirty or so. Got real nice eyes, kind of different looking. He's a nice lookin' guy, no question there."
Well, it looked like really the only lead Draco had tonight.
"And how would I go about finding him?" Draco asked.
"Just you go and sit down, and when he comes in I'll send him over. But..."
Of course. Draco knew there was a but. "Yes?" He asked, raising one eyebrow.
"I get's five percent of whatever you gets."
"Oh? Really?" The barkeep thought he was a whore. Well....he supposed if it looked like a house elf, talked like a house elf, and acted like a house elf...
"Not a bad deal, for setting you up like I did."
"Not at all." Draco nodded. It was suddenly a very appealing idea. To whore himself out, like some sort of...of street trash! It was frankly scandalous! He risk, the danger... "Agreed." And he'd have some of his own money. Money that wasn't tied into the family account. Draco rose, and found himself a table. He rested his chin in his hand, staring blankly at the 'show'.
After about half an hour, Draco felt someone tap him on the shoulder.
"Hello? Kurt said you..."
Draco turned around to address the speaker, and his face split in a sadistic grin when he saw who was behind him.
"Well, well well." Draco drawled, his feral smile widening at the look of horror and panic on the man's face. "Fancy meeting you ere...and looking for underage whores, what *would* the Dailey Prophet day?"
"Draco... I..." Sheer panic. This was lovely!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, professor. Or is it all right to call you that anymore? Oh, do sit down..." His voice was sultry and condescending, but this was too good an opportunity to pass up! //I doubt I would *ever* describe Lupin as being cultured...//
"I had no idea." Was the first thing out of the werewolf's mouth.
"Oh, I know you didn't." Draco folded his hands, lowering his lids. "But now you do. Seems like we have a little dilemma, don't we?"
"Yes. I'll just go..."
"Oh no you won't." Draco snapped. "You want what you came for, didn't you?" He leaned back, casually. He shrugged just a bit, and his shirt slid off of his shoulder just enough to tease.
"I...no, you see I..."
"I know exactly why you're here. You like them young, and no one will fuck you willingly because you're an animal."
"That's a rather direct way of putting it."
"It's a fault...brutally honest." Draco remained simperingly sweet, knowing he was driving Lupin nuts. //Well, he isn't *bad* looking.//
"What do you want Draco?"
"I want to get laid." He shook his head casually, and then leaned forward. "Which is exactly what you want." And this...this was his *teacher*. This was better then a friend of his fathers. And a werewolf...he couldn't get more dangerous then that. "Now...how much are you willing to shell out for what?"
"Excuse me?" It seemed Lupin was completely taken aback by the situation. But Draco could see him struggling to remain in control.
"I *want* to get pounded into the mattress tonight, but I'm not sure if you can afford that."
"Draco...why are you selling yourself?"
"We're not at school, you're boring me now."
"And you haven't changed much, have you?"
"Not in the least. Now what's it going to be?"
"I can give you fifty galleons."
"Fifty?" Draco barked out a laigh. "That's ridiculous!"
"Are you a virgin?"
"No!" He was outraged by the idea.
"Are you well used?"
"I've been around, if that's what you mean."
"Then fifty is reasonable. Do some research Draco. Fifty is more then most whores get."
"Fine." Draco rolled his eyes. He hadn't even been intending this, so the money didn't matter. It was more his pride. And the little game he had begun. "I'll probably just sleep through it anyway..."
"I doubt it. Here. Half before, half after." Lupin tossed a small bag of coins cross the table, and Draco pocketed it. "There's a back room here. Come on."
Lupin rose, and Draco followed him into the back.
"Oh, this is charming..." A musty room with a bed.
"It's all we need." Lupin turned, eyeing Draco. "You make a fetching tramp, I must admit."
"Cut the talking, let's get to the fucking."
"Fine." Lupin advanced, quickly. Draco found two strong hands on his shoulders, and a very insistent mouth over his. Lupin's tongue pushed against his lips, seeking entry. And Draco realized he couldn't deny it. By making this a contracted affair, he had placed the entire experience in Lupin's hands. He couldn't say no to anything.
//Damn!// He hadn't thought of that. But he didn't care, because Lupin was practically tearing off of his shirt, fingers tweaking his nipples almost painfully. He hissed, his tongue struggling to keep up with Lupin's rather rapid assault.
//Well...maybe I will get pounded into the mattress, after all.// Lupin was far stronger then he looked. His hands were on Draco's hips, slim fingers digging into his flesh. It was almost uncomfortable. But they didn't linger, moving instead to pull his pants down around his ankles. Draco hadn't bothered with underwear.
"Came prepared?"
"Of course." Draco gasped, Lupin's lips affixing themselves to his neck. As the werewolf sucked on his neck, Draco could feel him stripping. He wasn't wearing anything under his rather shabby robes. //Not bad.// Draco decided, straining to look at Lupin's naked body. //He's certainly enjoying himself...//
Lips moved downwards, tongue teasing his collar bone, teeth closing over his abused nipples, tracing a path down his naval, pausing briefly at his straining shaft. Lupin sucked him for a moment, teeth scraping along his shaft.
"A bit...excited, are we?" Draco groaned, as he was shoved roughly back onto the bed.
"I thought we weren't going to talk?" Lupin reminded him, stretching out between his legs. It seemed the blow job wasn't over.
"Sorry. Professor."
The casual use of the old term earned Draco a soft bite on his cock, one that wasn't exactly unwelcome. He lay back, writhing as Lupin's tongue massaged him, bringing him to the brink of orgasm, then pausing, then bringing him close again.
//This is...insane!// Draco was certainly surprised. But pleasantly so. He was having a damn good time.
After ten minutes of the exquisite torture, Draco felt his orgasm wash over him. He thrust upwards, climaxing into Lupin's mouth. He lay back, exhausted. But it wasn't over. It was far from over.
Lupin moved down, and Draco felt his tongue against his opening. His very wet, *very* slick tongue. He was...good lord, Lupin was using his cum to coat him, to prepare him. It was an amazing feeling. And a rather clever trick, if he thought so himself. He'd have to remember it.
And of course, he was still sensitive from his orgasm, and Lupin's tongue stroking his prostate gland was amazing. He whimpered, and practically screamed when Lupin took his tongue away.
"Now who's excited?" Lupin asked, bringing his shoulder's up under Draco's knees to shove them up against his chest. Draco said nothing, just gave as cheeky a grin as he could. And then Lupin was entering him, sliding in easily.
This was *good*. Lupin wasn't a maniac, but he took him with strong sure strokes that filled him completely. He wasn't going to be sore in the morning, but that was fine. This was good and...and solid. And over far too soon.
Lupin climaxed, growling as he did so. Draco shuddered, half wishing he could get hard again. //And I'm getting paid for this!// It was amazing. Simply amazing.
"Was it worth your money?" Draco asked, rolling over onto his stomach as Lupin climbed off the bed and retrieved his robes.
"I think so."
"Oh good." Draco crossed his ankles, and propped his head up on his hand. "My money?"
"Here." Another bag was tossed onto the bed. Lupin got dressed, looking remarkably calm for someone who had just had mind-blowing sex. "And I trust we keep each others secret?"
"Oh, I suppose so..." Draco drawled.
"You're rather sick, I hope you realize this."
"No more sick then you." Draco snapped. Why did they always tell him that?
"No." The werewolf shook his head, almost sadly. Something about that irritated Draco. "No, I think your mind is a bit more depraved." Lupin said, as he began walking out the door.
"Yeah...that's what your friend Black said, too!" Draco called, and grinned widely. The only reaction he got was a pause in step, and a sudden stiffening of Lupin's shoulders and back, but it was enough.
Rolling his shoulders, Draco dressed, paid the barkeep, and returned home.
He wondered who he'd run into the next night!
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